A wise philosopher once said: “You give it away like free samples. But, I don’t want what anyone can have!”
Well, at least that’s what Mark Arm said in Mudhoney’s ‘You Got It’.
But, as I was sitting here pondering a quandary this morning the song came to mind. No, I wasn’t thinking about Courtney Love, who the song was written for; I was actually thinking about a recent “major award” I had bestowed upon me.
This was something I worked hard for. Something that I felt should have been a honor, and the path to achieve it was looked upon seriously with high regard. I went down that path, giving it my all with the eye on the prize. What I failed to notice though was in all my seriousness and dedication, I was the only one taking the path with any reverence.
When I stopped and looked around, I discovered that while I climbed the face of the mountain, anybody could have bought a ticket and rode a tram for the summit and got their prize.
After this realization, when I looked upon my prize it no longer held any mystique or value. I didn’t want what anyone could have. So I did what I felt the best thing for me to do was, and I returned the prize. I almost said I gave up the honors, but there is no honor in what is handed out like a party favor.
A musical/lyrical interpretation of Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy was created by Ben Nichols of Lucero fame. The EP is titled “The Last Pale Light in the West”.
I tried to share the entire album as a stream on here, but it didn’t seem to like that. For now though, you can listen to one of the tracks here on Grooveshark: http://grooveshark.com/s/Toadvine/2M6a8r. All of the other songs from the EP can also be listened to on Grooveshark.
You can find the CD on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Last-Pale-Light-West/dp/B001MW0IWU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1337970025&sr=8-2
I hear they are making a Blood Meridian film. The producers would be doing themselves a big disservice by not choosing Nichols to flesh out the soundtrack. Quite an excellent job of representing the literature in song.
Ok, so we’re (as a society) being told that it’s so terrible (well, I should say “thoooo terrible”) to say something is gay. Well, I had erased the following song from my memory after initially hearing it on Lars Vilk’s Mohammed “art” film. It was brought back when I heard it again on the satellite radio today. All I got to say about it is “this is so freakin’ gay!”
I was strolling through the iPod and saw A Decade of Steely Dan in my album listing and thought I’d give it a listen.
Shortly after kicking it off, I was just flooded with a number of memories that took me back to Boise, Idaho in the very early 80’s.
My mom worked in a bar and I remembered hanging out at times, even though I’m sure this was a violation of numerous laws. The place was I guess by today’s standards a real rough and tumble place. A favorite it seemed of bikers, urban cowboys, and what-not. They did have a regular band that played there that always stuck with me called “Winewood”.
Anyway, I remember going in on Saturday and Sunday mornings to help “clean up”. My part of the clean up consisted of heading off underneath all the tables to report later to my mom and her co-workers my finds. I got to keep the change and the adults would take the joints and pills recovered. They’d eagerly identify “cross tops”, “black beauties”, etc.
I don’t know why this particular album kicks off these memories, but for some reason it just always does. The “city” was new to me, and seemed so complex, and perhaps the complexity and worldliness of Steely Dan just cemented it into this particular time of memories over other possible musical selections of that time (after all, I remember spinning “Beth” from Kiss Live II more than any other song at that time.)
I just remembered why we even moved to Boise though… it was so my mom could be close to the Idaho State Penitentiary where my step-dad had just been sentenced to life. Now that’s a whole ‘nother story. I think I have an idea for a whole ‘nother post now.
Back when I was young, I never took a liking to the saccharine sweet pop music or the just as useless hair bands of the era. I liked to think of myself as thinking a couple layers deeper than most of my teen counterparts.
This led to the discovery of many punk bands such as the Circle Jerks, Minor Threat, Black Flag, The Vandals, etc., and their social commentary often seen from the “working mans” point of view. I am sad to say that this sort of music’s equivalent now days is just a tool of the socialist movement essentially making it a neutered lapdog to the Left.
But, here’s a blast from the past when punk thought for itself and belonged to no one. It could almost be the theme song for America right now, even though it is from almost three decades ago. Pardon the “French” though… perhaps someone could remake it as “When the Schumer Hits the Fan.” Hey, I got an idea 🙂
in a sluggish economy
hits the land of the free
standing in unemployment lines
blame the government for hard time
we just get by
however we can
we all gotta duck
when the shit hits the fan
10 kids in a cadillac
stand in lines for welfare checks
let’s all leach off the state
gee!the money’s really great!
free loaves of bread
5lb blocks of cheese
bags of groceries
has run out on you and me
we do whatever we can
gotta duck when the shit hits the fan